Against the shadows of the night
Is my luminous laptop screen.
Lighting up my tapping fingers
As these hours of dark are slow to wane.
Outside the window is an orange street lamp.
Above there’s a great big oblivion,
In my ear is the sweet melody of medicine,
In my head is the whisper of everything trivial.
Staring at the shadows and the demons alike.
The record of my nights is stuck on repeat.
Up in the silence, as this house surely settles.
Awake because sleep is too much a relief.
Across the hall, she snores in her slumber
Ignorant to my long unanswered yawn.
While here I lay, unable to quit,
Listening to an echo of the same damn song.